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Nineteen million inhabitants call New York City their home, well-deserving of its The Big Apple tag. Currently No. 11 on the world’s largest list, the Melting Pot just had a tumultuous week. Just 24 years after Islamist extremist terrorists leveled the World Trade Center by intentionally using jet-liners to destroy the buildings, the city voted for a – grab your binoculars to see - a far-away leftist candidate in their current mayoral election. Uganda-born Zohran Mamdani, 33, dark-haired and handsome (but still a) Communist, defeated former Governor Andrew Cuomo, 67, in the Democratic primary, 44-to-36 percent. Mind you, Cuomo is a tainted man. He resigned in 2021 when Attorney General Letitia James commissioned investigators who charged him with sexually harassing eleven women from 2013-2020.

As I stood in line, outside a bathroom at a restaurant in a nearby coastal town, I was surrounded by the clamor of young girls, accompanied by two mothers.

It took place in 2006 and left me as sad as a wilted daffodil. Readers here are surely acquainted with the grief of this writer. A life-long truth was vacated by the heartless at the International Astronomical Union (IAU). That was the year the unfeeling organization reduced the number of planets from nine to eight. Once considered a member of our solar system, it was discovered in 1930. It was located in the Kuiper Belt, beyond Neptune’s orbit. Pluto is the largest of the icy bodies found in a donut-shaped region on the outskirts of the planets, where Earth is among them. The Kuiper has no planets since the lab-coats detached the wee wittle Pluto.

Everyone loves a good party. Bringing a dish and maybe a card for the host is about the cost for most. Of course, the grub and the beverages will be good, the atmosphere a big positive, plus, we can leave prior to the clean-up.

It was a thousand nautical miles ago when the daughter and I rode in circles in our little, family boat, just beyond the boat ramp at Dekle Beach.

A national headline this week struck me as almost funny; “Dem strategy session to stop hemorrhaging of male voters ridiculed.” The Democratic Party’s tarnished image is well-earned. Their always-angry trend is leaving behind the older members of the party like stale chips. How often have you seen so many people make poor decision after poor decision? But then, when bitterness turns into malice, the corresponding actions appear justified by antipathy for their opponent. Rather than looking at their own actions and their position, they focus on retribution.

It was a beautiful, sunshiny day, but only now can I write about it. The euphoria I was enjoying began to deflate like a balloon as I slowly stopped the car on the side of a Georgia highway and turned off the radio. For my own comfort, I increased the air conditioning and then lowered my car window. “Good afternoon, officer,” I said. “I’ve just had the most lovely weekend with my college friends. We’ve been friends for more than 50 years and try to gather once a year to catch up—we’re scattered across the Southeast. One flew in from Austin, Texas.